User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The War of Southsward/@comment-26538658-20160110143235

"Ye know, Red Eye! Barkjuice! O Be Joyful! Liquor! An' ol Red Eye can and will lick ye if'n ye ain't ready fer it. It's bright red colored, arful foamy, an' it has sweetnuts floatin' in it. Ye ne'er 'ave heard o' Red Eye? Sakes alive, ye beasts from th' North are weirder'n I thought! Yer goner 'ave t' git a mug o' th' stuff arfter luncheon. They won't let us have it in here 'cos they ain't wantin' us t' break out int' fights."

Idunn, though he was listening to the shrew and otter converse, pretended not to be, eating his stew quietly. The small pinevole he sat next was crunching on a crawfish with some soup, and swallowed.

"What's yer name, stranger? Mine's Squallo." he extended a paw with stew on it, but first wiped it on a napkin.